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Confessions of a Cougar.

On any normal day, you might catch me in some yoga pants and a white beater, hair down no makeup and a pair of green Nike Frees. If you didn’t know any better, you’d probably think I was bout 21. Matter fact, thats about the age most people think I am. Bartenders, bouncers, strangers on the street. Cooooooooo.

There’s no problem with looking younger than I actually am, and I’m excited for when I get old(er) and still look like I’m 25. There’s nothing wrong with it at all except for on a Saturday night when the only dudes who are lookin’ our way are barely legal.

How much does that suck when some FINE young thang starts talkin’ to you and he turns out to be a real fine YOUNG thang? How big those eyes get when they find out you’re 8 years older than they thought. And how butthurt you get when you realize you gotta walk away before you pull an R. Kelly n rob the cradle.

I’m realizing tho, that the older I get, the older these youngin’s get. And like I said, they P.Y.T’s so, whats the rules on this? How young is too young? +/- 5 years? And we don’t babysit he needs to act his age. Actually, I take that back. He needs to act MY age. How many guys actually act their age tho?